Capítulo 66: Playing Doctor
Time resumed again and Afton wondered why he'd not received a quest notification... Perhaps he'd turned it off in the settings? It would've made sense as the quest finished when they delivered the supplies.
Regardless they gave most of the supplies to one of the guys under Eddie, the group was given 50 caps each for their troubles, definitely not worth the supplies but it was more a consolation for not running off with the supplies themselves.
Again the group split apart and did their own thing, they probably wouldn't go out for another ambush for a while, the supplies they brought back were better than what most of the other groups had managed, so they decided to take a break for a while.
Afton was given a bed in one of the cell blocks, they'd all been converted into relatively comfortable quarters, and the locks had all been dismantled to stop people from accidentally locking themselves inside... And yes, that'd apparently happened before.
Most people ignored Afton or were completely indifferent to him, this quickly changed though when people found out that he was quite proficient with medicine. Tommy or someone else in the group had apparently been talking about him, and his skills in the area had come up.
Hannigan was more than happy to have another versed in medicine around, as he'd usually be forced to deal with any injuries people suffered. He was barely suited to be a combat medic, so anything that needed a more experienced was way over his head.
Afton accepted the temporary role as it was actually a pretty good way of making money, people would pay anything he asked depending on how much pain they were in, and he wasn't adversed to ripping off these people after hearing what Karl had to say about them.
Most of the time people came trying to buy chems, more specifically Jet, Psycho, and Mentats. Eddie had most chems locked away, only to be used by himself, and anyone who actually needed them.
It was a common sight to see guys trying to lie to Afton or Hannigan about their symptoms or injuries in an attempt to get chems. The latter sold small amounts as to not alert Eddie, but now that Afton was here the man hadn't attempted to go over Eddie's head again.
Afton sighed at the man on the table who had his mouth wide open. "Sorry, but have you ever heard of a toothbrush?" he asks in exasperation, the question was rhetorical as toothbrushes and toothpaste weren't all that hard to come across. The NCR made sure to distribute proper hygiene tools amongst their soldiers, and the Powder Gangers definitely had a big enough stockpile for everyone to keep their teeth from rotting.
The man snorts, "Fuck off Doc, can you help or not? I'm dyin' here."
Afton nods, "Yeah, I know, your back molar's pulp is infected." he states as if it were obvious.
"The hell's that mean?" his patient asks.
Afton glances behind him at the tools he had at his disposal, "Means I'm gonna have to remove it before you start getting other problems." he says as he pulls out a relatively clean looking pair of pliers.
The man's eyes widen at the tool, its almost comical to see a hardened criminal getting scared at a regular dental procedure. Afton knew this man was among the worst of the worst, rape, murder, torture, nothing bothered him.
"Can you knock me out for this Doc?" he quickly asks, his eyes locked on the pliers.
Afton could probably knock him out for the procedure, but he wanted to man to suffer some pain, not only would it allow the man to reconsider not brushing his teeth, but it'd be Afton's retribution for what the man had done to innocents. He shakes his head, "Sorry, but the pyroclastic kinesthetic polystyrene would be disturbed by any painkillers, you need to be awake for this to work as well." he lies through his teeth with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
The man shivers slightly before trying to get up, "I... I think I'll leave it for now-"
Afton interrupts him, "You might die if you leave it, the infection will spread and your mouth will start rotting." he states calmly, "If you're afraid I can ask one of your friends to hold your hand if you want?"
"What!? No way, that's fuckin' gay! I'm not like that... Fuck it, just do it as fast as you can Doc." he says before laying back down on the table.
Afton turns and grins so the man couldn't see his reaction, "Alright." he says, schooling his features and grabbing some things to clamp the man's mouth open. They were directly under the room's light so he could clearly see inside the man's mouth.
He went in and grabbed a tooth with the plier, squeezing it tight and wrenching it backwards.. He knew he could be a little gentler and slowly wiggle the tooth free, but where's the fun in that?
"YIIIIAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the man screamed like a little girl, the people outside the room paling at the sound.
Afton continued until one tooth was removed... Though, it wasn't the infected tooth... "That's one done, now for the other... You're lucky you came to me, the infection had already spread to another tooth, I'll be able to save the others though." he says, glancing at the healthy tooth he'd just pulled out with mirth.
Afton plugged the hole in the man's gums with cotton as he moved onto the actual infected tooth. Eventually pulling that one as well.
*Tink*
He dropped the tooth into the metal container, glancing at his now pale, shivering, and sickly-looking patient. Tears were streams down his face as he looked up at the ceiling almost catatonic in pain.
"Well, you're done, good job. You've already paid so you can be on your way now... Or, if you want to just lie here for a while that fine too." Afton says as he leaves the room.
[Perk Gained: Torture Techniques]
[Torture Techniques] : Knowledge of how to cause as much pain as possible, +10% success rate when torturing.
Afton eyes the notification for a moment before shrugging, "Huh, neat."
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Capítulo 67: I came, for a fuckin' shootout!
It wasn't long before people learned to only come to Afton if you were dying or dead. Those that'd received his services swore to never return again. This was unexpectedly a boon as the Powder Gangers were now determined to stay healthy to avoid him.
Even the most unhygienic picked up a toothbrush every now and then, of course, showers were out of the question due to water being hard enough to come by as it is. Though, with the land being so dry the only thing that sullied their clothes was dust and blood.
Supplies were still a problem in the prison, there hadn't been another NCR caravan since the one that was heading for Sloan, and the group saw to it at they didn't make it to their destination. The lack of food and water had some people already jumping ship and trying to create their own gangs.
Eddie had already sent out a couple of people to deal with these troublemakers, but everyone who went either died or came back empty-handed. Seeing no other option, he turned to Karl for help.
This is where Afton found himself, sitting at the bar with Karl as the man looked around in irritation for Tommy and the rest of the guys. No one had seen them anywhere, and the duo was wondering if they'd left too.
Regardless, after a day of looking and not finding them, Karl had given up. Wherever they were, they better not show up in front of him otherwise they were getting a smack, or perhaps even a bullet.
In the end, Karl and Afton left without the others, the latter was wary of trying to apprehend the rogue gang members with just two people, but Karl shrugged him off while telling him it was fine.
"So, who're we going after anyway?" Afton asks as the tread over a sandy hill.
"Some guy named Chavez, just up and left with his posse and started raiding civilian caravans in our territory. We'll probably have to put him down." Karl says simply.
"Think we'll be able to take them? He's got a whole gang behind him and its just us two..."
Karl shrugs, "We'll manage, I've already got a plan brewin'."
The duo walk for a couple of hours between the places Chivez and his gang were last seen, eventually spotting the group making camp under some derailed train cargo. They hadn't noticed Karl or Afton yet as they were using a ridge for cover, Afton didn't really know how they were going to deal with the gang... There were five people, all with guns strapped to their sides and harsh looks on their faces.
"What now?" Afton asks, glancing at Karl while already fingering his Laser pistol.
Karl gives a sly smile and nods at them, "You go talk to 'em and keep them distracted, I'll circle round and flank 'em."
...
"Do you want me dead or something? How'd you know they won't just start shooting at me?" he asks in disbelief.
"I know these fellers, they ain't ones to fire first, 'specially if you're wearin' that jacket." Karl remarks, gesturing towards the Powder Ganger jacket Afton had tied around his waist.
"You'll be fine kid, if you think you're in trouble just spit at the floor, that'll be the signal for me to start shooting." he says.
Afton just shakes his head and sighs, "Fine, but I get first dibs on the loot." he says before beginning to walk over to the gang.
They don't notice him until he was halfway there, they all immediately stand and start fingering their weapons. Afton keeps his stride, posture, and expression relaxed as to not cause a firefight.
"Hold up there boy, what's a fellow Ganger want with us?" one of the men asks aggressively.
"Man, shut your mouth, don't you know who this is?" another who seems to have Mexican heritage cuts in and Afton's eyes widen at them.
"You?" he asks, having not expected one of his patients to turn up in this situation...
"Yeah Doc, you remember me? You must've, ripping out someone's teeth ain't somethin' you forget easily." the Mexican man with the almost stereo-typical moustache says. "So what you here for, boy?"
Afton glances at the men who seem to have relaxed slightly at the revalation, "I'm looking for a man named Chivez." he says, causing the Mexican man to tense up.
"I'm Chivez, don't tell me they sent you out here to die like the others? Killin' my saviour ain't something I'm partial to." he admits. with a frown.
Afton slowly shakes his head, "Eddie just wanted me to tell you all to rejoin the group, you're raiding in our territory after all." he explains.
"Yeah, I heard this song and dance before, the others who asked are all dead..." he says, tension in the air rising yet again at the veiled threat.
"I don't really care if you come back or not, I'll just tell Eddie what I heard and he'll do what needs to be done later... Just consider me the messenger boy." Afton says, cold sweat starting to form on the back of his neck.
Chivez scowls, "What if I don't want Eddie to hear from us?" he says, looking ready to draw on Afton at any moment.
"Then we'll be at an impasse." Afton says, spitting on the floor as naturally as he can manage, feeling like some kind of 1960's cowboy.
"I think its time for us to partways boy, cuz you ain't leavin' this-"
*BANG!*
Suddenly a gunshot echoed through the area, Chivez head exploding into red mist mid sentence. His body drops to the floor lifelessly as the others quickly look around for where the shot had come from.
Afton was in VATS as soon as he heard the gunshot, of the four surviving men, only one seemed to be drawing their gun while looking at him... He selected the man's chest and used all of his Action Points on it.
Afton's body moved on its own, drawing his Laser pistol so fast it seemed inhuman, two laser beams hit the man's chest causing him to stumble, the third just missing.
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